The knife and the bullet had engendered a certain cynicism.
"As you will!" said he.

And consigning to Johnny the care of the invalid, who watched him depart with furtive relief, Philip strode off through the woods.

Hospitality, reflected Philip unquietly, was all right in its place, but Diane was an extremist.

After supper, however--for Philip was inherently kind hearted and sympathetic--he dispatched Ras to unhitch the minstrel's snorting steed and remove the eccentric music machine from the highway.

Johnny had already accomplished both.
Smoking, Philip stared at the firelit hollow where his lady's fire-tinted tents glimmered spectrally through the trees.